Brother on the saxophone – somewhere far beyond driven Thougts of late afternoon Will that chance be given to me? Will I be able to fly on a spoon I sense a smell totally extraordinary Will I be given fly to the moon There is the second part of me Made of same disharmony, disharmony, disharmony Brother on the saxophone – somewhere far beyond driven Probably or exactly – there must be someone like me Made of same disharmony – must be someone just like me There is the second part of me – made of same disharmony Rollin´ on the saxophone – my brother on the rolling stone I wish I could find him, so he could take me 4 a ride So my life could finnaly slide – yeah Probably or exactly there must be someone like me Brother on the saxophone – my brother on the rolling stone In this god damn complicated world – I can´t belive I´m alone If I won´t find my brother, I won´t say a word My memories will feed me and so on... on and on...